I think it's time I make this blog a bit more interesting. So I have two doctor appointments tomorrow. One to check up on my healing foot and the other to find out if the suspicious mole on my leg is cancerous. I've already had one removed a few years ago. So of course this made me do some researching online, which only made me think I had the worst possible cancerous mole. What people post on the internet about health issues only seems to cover all the things you could possibly have wrong with yourself. Same thing happened when I looked up recovery times for the surgery I had on my foot. I had it in my mind that I wasn't going to be able to walk for months. Last Tuesday I was told I could start hobbling with my bulky walking boot. So here I am limping across my home, determinedly trying to do things for myself. Only thing is even hobbling around is slower than I wish it could be. At least it's better than hopping.
I have managed to finish knitting a dish cloth, learn how to crochet, watch three movies, read over 300 pages of a book, write posts as part of my free lancing job, and paint my nails three times. You'd think that would take up all of my time, but there are many moments where I am stuck with nothing to do. I'd imagine retirement is exactly like this. A full-time job is actually looking pretty good now.
Maybe that's just me. I'm filled with a constant want to be busy. If I am not, then I feel anxious and unfulfilled. It's almost like I'm wasting my time not working, cleaning or creating something. I constantly nag at myself to be more productive. Spending hours on hours on lazy activities creates a large hole in my stomach. The only way to feel at ease is for me to work or do other chores. Perhaps this stemmed from my high school schedule that bled into my freshman year of college. In high school I'd go to school 8-2, cheer lead until 5 (but sometimes as late as 8) and finish my homework around 10:30. On the weekends cheer leading dominated as well. In college, I decided to continue cheer leading as well as find a part time job. I would go to class from 8 to 12, work until 5:30, eat a quick dinner, cheer lead from 6:30-10, and then do my homework until around midnight. I rarely allowed myself to do anything else. Now that I have no priorities this summer, I really am lost.
For all of those curious about my knitting and crochet projects, I've attached photos of my works. The small work is my first attempt at crocheting. As for the rest of you, sorry you have to see my boring old lady habits. Trust me, I think anyone with as much free time as me would resort to handmade projects. If you don't believe me, get foot surgery and see!